Author's Note – Hey! Let me know how you like my story. Oh and while your reading my story you should really listen to the music I mention. You see, I love reading Harry Potter fan fics and listen to music while I'm reading. So that’s what I'm suggesting you guys to do. It gets you REALLY into the story you know? I wanna give you guys a visual of my story in your head sort of like a movie. And when your listening to it you really get into character & besides it's more fun. =] You can listen to the songs eny way you want off of what ever. I am just gonna give you the title and artist and there you go.

But there's no music in this chapter, but the rest to follow are filled with tunes ^_^

*THIS JAMES & LILY STORY IS GOING ON IN PRESENT DAY*

Ah, sleep. How much I love it.

I would like it a lot more if I wasn’t being interrupted by the disturbing knocks at my bedroom door.

“Get up, Freak.”

How lovely. Good morning to you too, Petunia.

“What is it, Petunia?” I say, trying to untangle myself from the bed sheets…and failing terribly.

“Dad told me to wake you, Freak.”

“Why?”

“How the hell should I know?”

Well, then.

“Ok, fine. Thanks, Petunia.”

“Whatever,” Petuna says, walking back downstairs.

Ok, let me just tell you a little bit about my fabulous life. My name is Lily Evans. I have a sister named Petunia who used to be my best friend, until I got my acceptance letter from Hogwarts. That’s when everything changed. I no longer had a best friend anymore. I’ve grown to be what she calls a 'freak'.

Hey, it's not my fault I'm a witch! I mean, HELLO!

I don’t know why she can’t accept me for who I am. I’m not that bad. I can see how the whole witch thing could freak her out a little bit, but hate me because of it? It’s just too much to handle. Ever since then, it’s been really hard for me to trust people. This is probably why I don’t have many friends, just a couple; and one best friend. My only best friend. Her name’s Jessica. I met her on the first train ride to Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Wichcraft and Wizardry is one of my favorite places in the world. It's my school, and there are people there that are just like me. Besides Jessica, I haven’t really had other best friends.

I mean I’m a pretty nice person. I don’t have any enemies at school and I’m nice to everyone… well except Potter, but-

AH! POTTER! Well, how could I ever forget him? James Potter likes to make my life worse than it already is. The little prick. It’s bad enough he hasn’t left me alone since first year, but the fact that I see him more than I want to? Ugh. I didn't forget to mention he’s my neighbor, did I?

We used to be friends when we were little, but that all changed once school started. He hasn’t stopped asking me out since then. He just won’t take no for an answer. It sort of makes me sad to think that James Potter and I used to be so close, and then... POOF. Everything changed.

Potter is the most popular guy in school along with his fellow marauders; Remus, Peter, and his right hand man Sirius. Potter is quite wealthy, so please explain to me why he is next door? He should be living in a big manor some place on the other side of London. He just had to be next door, and still live there through out our childhood. Coincidence? Who knows?

But anyways, I might as well get up.

CORRECTION. If I can.

If I could just tug under me... I could get out a little-

Oh my goodness, I’m slipping! Here I am, gripping the mattress for dear life, knowing that the usual is going to happen.

BONK.

“Ah!”

Ok, ouch.

Well that’s gonna bruise.

I rub the soon-to-be-bruise on my hip as I get up. I take out a towel and set it in the bathroom for a nice refreshing shower. Just what I need!

_minutes later_

As I open my shower curtain, I wrap the towel around myself; entering my bedroom to get changed. I walk over to the window so I can shut it... And I’m about to close it when I see Potter through his open window. I can tell he also came out of a shower…in nothing but a towel.

Come again?

Woah, I mean I knew Potter had a body, but I didn’t know he looked... that good. I have what you would call a very good photographic memory. And the last time I checked, he had the body of a normal athletic 16 year old. From past knowledge, I know that his birthday was in July and he had just turned sixteen. But now, let me just say, any other average Hogwarts guy has nothing on James Potter.

Frick!
WHAT AM I THINKING!?

Oh shit, he looked over! Just when I was asking myself what I was thinking, he turns his head ever so slightly and catches me staring!

Crap. I don't even want to know what he's thinking right now.

Here I am surprised as hell that I caught myself staring at Potter’s wet body (with the towel still around his waist, mind you), that I don’t even realize that I’m also wet from my shower. In just a towel. With my hair, soaking wet as it is, falling down on my shoulders and face.

That would explain him checking me out. Damn him! I should smack that smirk off his face right now. I feel like growling.

He might be attractive, as many people would say, but that doesn't mean I like him. If you only knew the type of person he was, trust me, you'd be sympathetic.

I narrow my eyes and scowl at him before I shut the window, giving a good tug on my curtains, making sure their closed all the way.

Ok, make a mental note to slap myself later. But now, it's time to get dressed. I'm just going to push that little enemy-window-naked thing in the back of my mind. I take a deep breath, and walk over to my closet.

I wear a yellow and white striped shirt over my dark jeans, with a clean white pair of sneakers my dad gave me last christmas. They still seem to fit, and I kept them as white as I could because they go nicely when I wear shirts with white in them. After I'm done getting dressed, I go downstairs in the kitchen and see my Dad reading the paper at the kitchen table.

"Good Morning, Dad."

"Good Morning, Sweetie."

"Why did you send Petunia to wake me up?"

"Lily, did you forget? I have to drop you off to get your books at Diagon Alley."

Oh! I totally forgot about that! Time to get all my books for sixth year. At Hogwarts... with Jessica. YAY! And with Potter. No comment.

"Oh, right! Sorry; it must've slipped my mind."

"Get ready and eat breakfast quickly. I need to go to work after I drop you off and I can't be late," my dad says, turning the page of his newspaper.

"Ok, Dad. By the way, where's Petunia? I didn't see her in her room." I walk over to the counter and make myself some toast. "She went out with Vernon for breakfast this morning," he replies.

"Ew. That guy? What does she see in him? He's so weird looking and he looks like he's in his twenties!"

"He's 18, Lilian. Be nice."

Psh, like it makes a difference. And besides, there's nothing nice to say. I mean I might not be on perfect terms with my sister, but couldn't she get a better looking guy than Vernon? I wonder sometimes if she's dating him just because of his money or the 'company' he says he's going to heir from his uncle in the near future.

"Lily, I'm going to go start the car and get the mail. When I come back make sure you're ready to leave, ok?"

"Sure, I'm almost done with breakfast anyway."

Oh, well. It's not like I get a say in anything around here, considering the fact that Petunia is going to start her last year of school and is soon to be 18. While I'm going into my 6th year and turning 17 this school year (sagittarius and proud of it, baby!).

I hate being the baby of the family. Mainly because my dad is on my ass about everything and expects more of me. I have to do basically everything, and after sixteen years... It gets a TAD monotonous.

But I do have to give him some slack, because I can only imagine how hard it is to raise two teenage girls without a wife. Yep, that's right. I don't have a mom. She died when I was eight.

Don't do that.

Don't even think of pitying me. I hate that. I'm alot tougher than people think (even though I'm seen as a pansy, which I kind of am) and everyone already knows that my Dad's a widower. Don't even think of giving me special treatment. I got enough of it growing up. All the flowers, the toys, the cards sent in the mail... Gah. I hated having that growing up. And having to deal with not having your mother anymore, you know? Plus, that was the point in my life when things were becoming rocky with James Potter and I with our friendship. But besides us not being friends, the whole family thing was out of proportion; all that money I recieved for my school fund, all those pity letters, and the sad looks on people's faces I had to witness for months on end, I coudn't stand it then and I can't stand it now.

Yes, I miss my mom like hell. Yes, I wish she was next to me right now. Yes, I miss her tucking me in at night. Yes, I still remember the days that she would take me to the park to pick daisies in the field. But people just don't get that I don't want their pity because, well...Agh! It ticks me off. It's like, they say sorry, but does it really do any good? Does it make any kind of difference? Does it bring my mother back? No, it doesn't.

Discussing my mom or bringing up my mom in any way is one of my sour subjects; it's better off not discussed it at all. But of course, I don't show that it really bugs me when people say it. Mostly because a little part of me does appreciate their being sorry in some way. But that's a whole other feeling I don't wanna think about.

"Sweetheart, are you done with breakfast?" Dad says, as I see him come in through the front door.

"Yeah, Dad. I'll be right there."

I grab my book list off my desk upstairs and run towards the door.

"Ready, Dad."

"Ok, let's get going."

Diagon Alley here we come!

A/N- PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU LIKE IT! =]

TRUST ME - IT WILL BE SO MUCH BETTER & FUNNIER I PROMISE! I ALREADY WROTE THE SECOND CHAPTER<3

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